Egg Fight

In Russia there is an old tradition to boil eggs in onion peel in order to color them for Easter. When the eggs are colored and chilled adversaries pick their eggs and hit them against each other. The goal is to break the shell of your opponent's egg without breaking your own. If you succeed you can make a wish.
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egg fight
your wish
under my shell
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............................Listen,
............................if stars are lit
............................it means - there is someone who needs it ...
...............................................V. Mayakovsky

Black Holes

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stars are lit

it is crystal clear

the poet-dreamer

who's truly mad

rushed to heaven

and begged in fear

light the stars

take my daily bread

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just imagine

an empty soul

lifeless stones

instead of eyes

who could take on

the cruel role

asking God

to wipe out starrise?

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who brought up

truculent piranhas

eating out

my heart at night?

who gave push

to the wheels of partings

laid cold rails

of endless ride?

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who could make it

before the poet

put black holes

in place of stars?

there's no answer

apart from echo

scorching voice

of mirror glass

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V. Mayakovsky Listen! http://mayakovsky.com/listen-en.htm

water stains




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home alone



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Thank you note for Neil


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dry moon is a lunar phase when the "horns" of the crescent moon point up at an angle, away from the horizon (wikipedia)

in disguise

do you hear
the poems are dying
every step
....................every breath
...........................................every beat?

do you see
autumn clouds erazing
in my eyes
...................sky and earth
............................................blue and green?

do you feel
I am walking on water
not like Saviour did
like a goose
chasing shadows of airborne brothers
flapping wings
that will never cut loose?

do you know
the circle of winter
...............................drawn by wind
.......................................................in a piling snow?

do you sense
I am freezing alive...
in a puddle
....................of empty apartment
down
below
the monitor's ice?

don't be bothered
(the poems are dying)
grab pink glasses
put death in disguise
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blossoms, fireflies,

leaves, snowflakes

come and go

under the moon

I come to you

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a swan in the garden of the Byodo-In temple in Hawaii and a swan in the Botanical garden in Chicago met somewhere in me and ... haiku happened

in the lake
raindrops
change the view

after the call
I light up
the wrong way around
there's no right way
to let go

out-migrant seagulls
outcry
no passage geese

Early spring. Nothing but pussy willows blooms in Chicago. Two weeks ago I brought in several branches. The branches produced roots and I planted them in a large clay pot on the window-sill. Their delicate shoots reach for the sun which is still too cold for the willows outside.

muddy boots
next to slippers
of indoor spring